Butterfly dream

So

I was thinking about

my own website...

The words were out

Butterfly words

Dreams

of a private jet

Whilst I stood wearily

in the long queue

of a passenger plane

Without a pilot

Without a clue

of what it all entailed

All I knew

was I could no longer suppress

a burning need to spin

more and more

webs of words

Delicate

Vulnerable

Dangerous.

Ravenous for expression

Having lost all fear

of heights

I was ready to board

my personal plane

But it was still

A butterfly dream

A financial and technical torment

A labyrinth

Options

Decisions

I felt unequipped

to take alone

Gently, gingerly

I approached a friend

for professional services

or advice

Dumbfounded by her response

I spin these words of straw

Around her heart of gold